Hey guys! Here's Chapter Three! Oh, and I forgot to mention this at the beginning of the first chapter, but this story takes place during Season Three of HM and Season One of POK. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own POK or HM

Brady's POV

Today was my last day. My last day on Kinkow before I left it behind forever.

I stood at the window, looking out on my island. Well, I guess it was Brady's island, the real Brady. It had only been my home for about a year, but it already felt like home. I could't imagine living anywhere else than the castle.

Or with anyone else. How was I suppose to live with a bunch of people I didn't know? Go to a school full of strangers, completely friendless, where I'd probably get beaten and bullied all over again?

It was like completely starting over, except without Boomer. Without my twin. Except he wasn't my twin.

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. My whole life had been a complete lie. Everything I'd thought I'd known about myself was a complete lie.

I walked over to my bed and plopped down. My suitcase was at the foot of my bed, packed and ready to take me to my new life. My guitar sat next to it, waiting.

A few days from now I'd wake up in a different bed, a different room, a different country, hundreds of miles from here. I'd never sit on this bed, be in this room, ever again.

I didn't know if I could do it. But I had to. For Kinkow.

XXX

"Brady, the balloon's ready for you," Mikayla said, walking down the steps into my room.

So it was time to go. I looked down at my hands.

"You really don't want to go, do you?" She came over and sat next to me.

"Of course not. This is my home, my family. At least it use to be," I said quietly.

"I'm sorry you have to go."

"So you don't want me go?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes. "I didn't say that. But I know how hard this must be to leave your entire life and start over."

"No you don't. How could you possibly know?"
She sighed. "Okay, I don't. But I do know about something called empathy."

"Mikayla! Get Brad- I mean, Oliver down here! He has to go!" Mason's voiced yelled up the stairs.

"I'm sorry, but you've got to go," she said, standing up.

I picked up my luggage and followed her out the door. But I stopped in the doorway and looked back.

"Bye," I whispered. I was sure I was never coming back.

XXX

"Are you ready to depart?" Mason asked me as I entered the plaza where my balloon was waiting.

I just looked at him.

He bent his head, knowing what a stupid question that was.

The plaza was almost completely deserted except for the Makoolas, Boomer, and Lanny. None of the villagers had showed up. Not that I cared.

Mason took my suitcase and guitar and put it in the waiting balloon.

I turned to face them.

Lanny was looking at the ground, Mikayla was doing the same, biting her lip. Boomer looked crushed.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye," I said, trying to sound off-hand.

Suddenly Mikayla stepped up, hugged me, then turned and ran back into the castle.

I watched her go, shock freezing my brain.

"That was weird," Boomer said, following my gaze.

"Anyways, Brady," he said, looking at me. "Listen, I know you're not my birth brother, but we grew up together and, you know me inside out, and you're my best friend. I love you bro!"
"I love you too!" I said, feeling kind of teary.

We hugged sort of awkwardly.

"Brady, time to go," Mason said.

I nodded. "Coming."

I climbed into the balloon.

It started to rise.

"I'll never forget you, bro!" Boomer yelled.

I watched him and the plaza and the castle, and finally Kinkow disappear into the distance. It was almost too much to bear.

"I'll never forget you either," I whispered.

XXX

After two long days in a balloon with Roger, one of the guards, I was totally ready to get out, run around, use a bathroom.

So it goes without saying that I was very glad when we finally landed on the beach in Malibu, California.

I'd known that I wouldn't be treated the same, now that I wasn't a king, but I definitely didn't expect Roger to dump me and my luggage on the beach and leave.

"That wasn't very nice!" I yelled after him.

Not really knowing where I was going (Mason hadn't given me an address), I wandered around the beach until I found food.

My nose led me to a little beach place called Rico's. It also led me to two extremely attractive girls sitting in front of it.

One was short and blonde, the other was tall with long dark hair. And they were both hot.

I walked up to them. "Hello, ladies." I gave them my signature goofy grin.

"Oliver?" The dark haired one said incredulously.

Huh? That wasn't me… Oh wait. That was me.

"Yup. Oliver Oken's the name."

"But I thought you left! Why do you look different? And why are you flirting with Miley?" The blonde demanded, looking ticked off.

I started to back away. "Whoa, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

I din't get to say anything else, cause that's when the dark haired one grabbed me and judo-flipped me.

"What did I ever do to you?" I wheezed.

"That's not Oliver!" The blonde said.

"Then who is it?"
"Help me up and I'll explain," I wheezed, still winded.

They each grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me to my feet.

"Yeah, he does look kinda different. His hair is shorter. But they could be twins…" The brunette said.

"Wait, you must be the real Oliver! The one who was Brady!" The blonde said. "We should have known!"
"OH! That makes so much sense!" The dark haired girl said. "Sorry about the flip."

I shrugged."It's okay. But, uh, who are you guys?"
"We're his best friends. I'm Miley, and this is Lilly," The brunette said.

"I'm also his girlfriend," Lilly put in.

"Oh, then can you guys take me to his, I mean, my house?" I asked.

"Uh, I have to go home, but Lilly can take you!" Miley said. "See you around, new Oliver!" She left.

"Okay, follow me," Lilly said, looking at me warily.

I followed her down the beach to a nice, friendly looking house.

She knocked on the door, and a few seconds later it swung open. A tall, tough looking woman with dark hair and eyes stood in the doorway.

"Lilly! It's so nice to see you, dear!" She exclaimed. She looked at me. "Is this-"

Lilly nodded.

"Come in, Oliver," she said, opening the door wider.

I walked in, Lilly at my heels.

"Sam! You're brother's here!" Mrs. Oken yelled.

A little boy, about eleven, came in. He looked like a younger version of me, except his hair was brown instead of black.

"Hey Sam," I said.

He looked at the floor, not meeting my eyes.

I looked questioningly at Lilly.

"Sam doesn't like strangers," she whispered in my ear. "For the longest time he only talked to his family and me, since I've been friends with Oliver since kindergarten. He just warmed up to Miley a couple months ago."

"Oh…." I said, understanding.

"Say hi to your brother, Sam," Mrs. Oken said. Well, I guess she's my mom…

He just shook his head.

She sighed. "He just misses… Well…. You know." She looked down.

"Why don't you show Oliver his room, Lilly?" She said finally.

"Okay. Come on, Oliver," she said.

I followed her into a small bedroom off the living room. It had an acoustic guitar.

"Sweet, a guitar!" I said.

"You play?" She looked surprised.

A cell phone started ringing.

Lilly pulled hers out of her pocket and answered it. "Hello? Mom? What? Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

She hung up. "Sorry Oliver, I have to go."
I nodded. "See you around."

She nodded and started for the door. When she got there, she turned around and smiled at me.

I smiled back.

She left, leaving me alone in the Oken house.

So far, California was both better and worse then I'd suspected. I couldn't help but wonder how tomorrow, and the rest of my life, was gonna go.

Sorry, I know it's really bad! My brain is sooooo fried! But I hope you like it anyways, please review and tell me what you think.